This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if it
is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know them
anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get in trouble.
If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr? In
other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great! Read on!
Have fun! Let me know what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine.
That’s right boys and girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask-
we’ll talk.
Dryad
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Snow Day
(MF, oral, cons, cheat)
“Lovely.” I think to myself. Finally, a day with no children,
no husband, and it snows. Not only does it snow, but it SNOWS. I’m bored
in the house, so I walk down the road to the entrance of one of the local
state parks, grabbing my 35 millimeter on the way out the door. “Well,
I might as well have some sort of fun.” I listen to the early spring
birds singing from their hiding places, watch the snow come down softly,
The sun is just rising, and the snow is reflecting the colors magnificently.
I click a few pictures before moving on.
I see foot prints in the snow ahead of me, with dog prints,
and know at least today, I am not alone in the park. I’ve been here before,
knowing its secret places, some of them very well. I continue my walk,
catching a cardinal in a tree, bringing its mate some sort of seed. The
lightly falling snow muffles sounds, but I still hear someone calling a
dog in the distance. Suddenly, a large mutt comes running up to me, nearly
knocking me over in friendship. “Wow! hey there! I think someone is looking
for you!” I grab onto his leash flowing behind him, and continue my walk.
I hear the call for the dog much clearer now “RRRUUUUUSSSSSTTTTYYYYYY!!!!”
with the accompanying whistle. The dog seems oblivious, perks for a second,
and continues walking with me. So much for man’s best friend.
I hear you walking before I see you, so Icall out that I have
your dog. You walk up to me. You have the healthy glow that someone can
only have after walking in brisk air, tromping through snow, so early in
the morning. I’d guess you to be early 40’s, but I know that age can be
deceiving, especially when you look to be in good shape. “Thank you so
much! No wonder he didn’t come…he always knows how to pick the pretty girls!”
I smile at the compliment, not having had one in quite a while.
“Do you mind some company? I see you’re taking photographs, are you
a professional?”
“Actually, no, this is a hobby…I’m a teacher, looking forward to a
snowday.” You smile, and we continue to tromp. “Look at my manners, My
name is Diane…yours is?”
I really don’t care at this point, I just want to keep conversation
going….I feel the tension, that glorious tension I’ve missed for so long.
“Nate—and I guess you’ve met Rusty here!” You smile, and I start feeling
myself thinking in directions a Sunday school teacher shouldn’t think, but
not particularly caring.
“Do you come here often, Nate ?” a plan begins to form in my mind.
“Not really. Just feeling a bit housebound, so we came out. The family
is away this week, and its been kinda quiet.”
“That’s so weird! My husband just left a few days ago with my girls
to visit his parents in Florida…he always finds a way to get out of shoveling….”
I laugh, and can see the possibilities percolating in your head as easily
as if you’d said them aloud.
I feel myself drawn, listening to the way you talk, watching the way
you move. Even bundled in my winter coat, I feel the sidelong glances
you give me, Rusty walking ahead of us. I know this is something I need.
At 6 am, during a snowstorm, SOMEONE had to have set this up for me. I
know fate has always taken care of me before, has kept me safe, and always
somehow given me what I needed. I send up a silent prayer of thanks, and
give in to what I know will happen.
We continue talking, learning about each other, you’re wondering
why I’m wearing a skirt in such weather.
“Are you Pentecostal or something? Is it a religious thing?”
“Oh, God, no! I hate pants for the most part. Skirts are just as warm,
if not warmer, and frankly, I like feeling feminine. Not to mention the
easy access!” I see you perk at those words, but I know you have no idea
I’m not wearing anything beneath my skirt…I rarely do. “Want to see one
of my special spots?” I’m thinking of a place, thinking of what to do, hoping
you’ll say yes.
“well, I have nothing else to do, why not?” you answer, though I’m
sure you know at this point as well as I do what will happen.
We leave the main trail (such that it is, covered with snow) and follow
what looks little more than a deer track. You see it heading up toward
a ridge, surrounded by over loaded evergreens. I am getting warm from the
walk, and unzip my coat, clicking another picture of the snow encrusted
trees along the ridgeline. When we get near the top, you see how the trees
seem almost to be planted in a perfect half circle, the ridge forming the
half line along the back. The snow isn’t as deep here, and the wind is barely
able to breach this protected spot. I pull off my coat, setting my camera
carefully on top of it. I turn to ask you what you think of this place,
one of my most secret, and walk right into your kiss.
The kiss seems to last forever, warm, languorous, testing and teasing.
You don’t hold me at first, and I know this is to give me the chance to
say no. I lean into you, moaning softly, missing this tenderness and seduction.
I wrap my arms around your neck, my fingers into your hair. I pull at your
coat, wanting to feel you and not the layers of clothes. I giggle a bit
into the kiss, as I hear Rusty run off after a wayward squirrel. You lean
back, back, breaking off the kiss. I see the flush, the excitement in you,
so aware of what I had created, but I see the look of concern.
“You’re okay with this right?”
I lean forward and kiss the tip of your nose, before sliding down to
my knees in front of you. As I lean forward, and grasp the zipper of your
jeans with my teeth, I hear you utter a low gutteral moan.
“Are you sure it isn’t too cold?” I hear you ask chuckling a bit.
“I think I can keep you warm.” I smile, before pulling out your warm,
already hard cock…I guess you were watching me closer than I’d considered!
I lick your head, knowing the cold air makes it tingle, before bringing
my mouth down over it, warming it with my tongue. I continue to suck you
down, loving the warm silken feel of you in my underused mouth. I let your
cock rest deep in my mouth, and swallow, letting my throat squeeze your
head, and smile as I feel your hands grasp my hair, holding me tight.
“Jesus, your husband must be a very happy man!”
I slightly shake my head no, but don’t loose contact, moving slowly
up and down your length, one hand playing with your balls. I shift your
pants so that they are laying down on the ground, my chest up against your
legs, and I feel your legs quiver with passion. I feel you reach back against
the boulder you’ve been resting on, looking for more support. I release
your cock, smiling mischieviously,
“Do you think its cold out?”
“Hell, no...it must be July!” I hear you giggle.
I pull my shirt over my head, and lay back on the snow.
“Holy shit! are you crazy?”
“ummm…yeah, but trust me, you’ll like me that way.” I grinned.
It’d been a long time since I’d made love in the snow, but I relaxed
into it, feeling the soft moisture against my heated skin. I raised my
arms up to you, beckoning you to come to me. You look a little concerned
at the snow, then kneel next to me, your hands running over my stomach, up
under my breasts, before leaning forward, and sucking first one, then the
other nipple into your mouth. Thank god the snow had a muffling effect,
for I must have moaned loud enough to wake my neighbors otherwise.
You move down my body, you hands running up and down my sides, your
tongue doing amazing things to my heated skin. You get to the edge of my
skirt, I feel you lift it up, and hear your gasp at what you’ve found. I
squirm out of my skirt, laying naked on top of the fresh snow, feeling it
conform to my curves, supporting me. You lean forward, and just slightly
lick the very tip of my clit with your tongue, and I squeal loudly. Emboldened
by my noise, you suck my clit into your mouth, and I whimper. The feel of
the cold snow, to the heat my body was producing was effecting me insanely.
Suddenly, all I wanted was you inside me. I tugged on you, first silently
begging you to climb on top of me, then crying out in frustration,
“Please, just fuck me!” and I hear Rusty come nearby back from chasing
the squirrel.
I feel you climb on top of me, nibbling on my chest as I arch my back
into you, feeling your thick cock pressing against me. I reach down, and
grasp your ass in my hands (and such a nice ass, have I mentioned that?)
and pull you into me. Rusty perks at the intermingling of our sighs. I feel
you move within me, and you hear the pants of my breath as my body gets hotter
and hotter. I am squirming beneath you, arching against you, begging for
more. You'rewhispering to me, telling me what a hot woman I am, so
glad you found me, that you’ve been missing this too. You grasp my tits
roughly, pinching the nipples, and begin to slam yourself into me as I’m
screaming, so loudly some of the snow starts to fall off the nearest evergreen.
My body jerks and spasms as I cum, my muscles squeezing your cock deep
within me, and I know you know by the whimper in your voice, and I hear
you moan with each breath. As I come down, I reach low, and grasp your
balls, squeezing them feeling them get tighter and tighter, knowing you're
about to explode. I feel your cock engorge, and the sudden feeling of fullness
sets of another orgasm in me, and I’m screaming, feeling your cum hit deep
inside me. You fall on top of me, giggling slightly. “I see what you mean
about the snow.”
I lay there shivering with completion, when you pull me up into your
arms. “Thank you.” You say it with such sincerity, I suddenly know you
live in the same world I do, stuck between your realities and your needs.
I kiss you deeply, thanking you with my body. “Thank YOU.”